Warriors: The New Era

Chapter Fifty Eight: The End

Here...it ends...it actually ends...

...

For Me...


Breezepelt opened his eyes, the alarm clock doing it's job well, as he groaned.

"Fuckin hell...five more minutes...PLEASE!" He cried in desperation, as if the alarm clock would respond and allow him his solace.

Either the Alarm Clock was an asshole, or didn't hear.

Breezepelt sighed, smashing his fist at the clock, breaking it.

"I'll have Foxleap make me a new one..."

He quickly shook his head at that.

He threw the blanket and sheets off, cracking his neck, still sore from his working out last night. Lionblaze did show him up, but the man had super strength. So Breezepelt deduced that he didn't do THAT bad...

"Oi! Army Brat, you up?" Breezepelt scoffed, knocking on the door adjacent to his room.

The door opened by Icecloud, wearing a hoodie too big for her, snow white hair draped over her bright blue eyes. She brushed her hair out of the way and sighed, "What do you want with Jack now?"

"I want to know if he came home last night," Breezepelt asked.

Icecloud shook her head, "No...he's still on duty. He'll be done by next week."

"You said that last week," Breezepelt sighed as Icecloud shut the door.

Breezepelt threw his gym shorts off and dressed in black jeans and a gray t shirt, heading down stairs.

"S'up guys," He smirked, opening the fridge and scoffing, "Fuckin hell, WHY DOES JAYFEATHER INSIST ON BLOCKING THE ORANGE JUICE FROM ME USING HIS STUPID BEERS!"

Hazeltail smirked, drinking coffee and eating eggs and bacon, "No, that's Poppyfrost. Jayfeather's four months sober, remember?"

"Of course it's Poppyfrost, it's ALWAYS Poppyfrost," Breezepelt pushed the glass bottles out of the way to grab his juice, "Always somethin with that whore..."

"Call her whore again, Dipshit," came the voice of Honeyfern, while Fallen Leaves started coming out of the elevator to the Foxcave, "Who made eggs?"

"Hollyleaf," Hazeltail answered.

Fallen Leaves blushed and smirked, "Ah, I love that woman..."

Breezepelt scoffed, "Love is for idiots."

"Tell Heathertail that," Berrynose called from the living room, gaming against Honeyfern.

Breezepelt shrugged, "I would. But she's no idiot..."

"I dunno, she likes you."

"Fuck off," Breezepelt flipped Hazeltail off, and got himself some eggs.

"So...where is Poppyfrost?"

"Out with that Insomniac."

"Why?" Breezepelt asked.

Fallen Leaves smirked, "She's...it'll be good for her. For all of us."

Breezepelt shrugged in confusion and started wolfing his food down.

The front door opened.

Icecloud came down the stairs and whistled, "OI! The Three are back!"

All eyes went to the front door...

Where the Triumvirate stood in awkward silence.

The group stared at each other.

"The...the flight was cancelled," Ravenheart said with a sigh, "Florida is having another class five hurricane. The Flordidans don't care, but the airports do."

Hazeltail groaned, "Yay...you need a place to stay?"

"NO!" Ravenheart sweatdropped.

"Yes, please?" Crowflight asked.

"OOO! Eggs?!" Tigerjaw lit up.

Icecloud sighed, "I'll go talk to Foxleap. Maybe he'll allow you guys another week here."

Icecloud dodged Tigerjaw's charge for the kitchen, and started to head downstairs. She liked the elevator, but she still didn't trust enclosed spaces after all that had happened recently.

She opened the door, and peeked inside to see Foxleap hunched over his desktop, speaking into the microphone. She wisely decided to let him finish before interrupted.

"The memories are overlapping again," Foxleap nodded into the camcorder "Like...like something just happened...and it's bad...I'm seeing things...bad things...I...I'm putting my new suit into the garage...but not on lockdown mode. I have this...gut feeling I'm gonna need it. Ivypool says I'm just being paranoid...but she knows...she knows more then I do and doesn't want me to worry. I hate her and love her for it...my girlfriend, ladies and gentlemen..."

Icecloud watched with a soft smile as Foxleap continued to talk.

"Things are better now...not gonna lie...no one has heard from Rock in a while, and the three don't talk about him. Jay's Wing says he's doing fine, and is just experiencing a crisis. Didn't know gods could have a crisis. The Triumvirate seem to be blissfully unawares, most of us do...but some of us...Poppyfrost...Jack...even Berrynose...we remember...or at least fragments of it..."

"Something is coming...something bad...but I know one thing...I'm not staying here..."

Icecloud listened in further.

"I want to sell the house and make a new one...somewhere further from the city. Maybe in the Mountains...maybe on the mountain. There is too many memories here...too many ghosts...to much violence. If the group agrees, we're moving soon. Our lives will move on."

"I may get a job working for Elon Musk," Foxleap sighed, "Or a reality show host. Hazeltail can go on to be a fashion designer, her dream. Breezepelt can join the Army, and Jack can retire early...Icecloud...Ivypool...the two lights of my life...I pray that whatever comes...that they will be safe. I will not lose them. I won't lose any of them."

"So consider this my final log for the moment. This is Foxleap. Signing out."

He switched the recorder off, and rubbed his temples, removing his contact lenses and grabbing his glasses.

"You haven't worn glasses since the beginning of High School," Icecloud made her presence known.

Foxleap nodded, and fixed them on his nose, "Yeah...well...time for a change."

"You want us to move?"

"Well...yeah...I don't feel safe here anymore. How often is this place attacked? No more upgrades and new security installations. A fresh start..."

Icecloud nodded, "Maybe that is what we need..."

Foxleap smiled.

Icecloud smiled back.

"Come on," Foxleap grabbed his sister by the shoulder, "Let's go tell the others the grand plan."

"And if they don't want to move?"

"Then I guess we'll stay...but I wont be happy about it."


Poppyfrost gave the plate of food to the girl, and watched she moved up in line.

"Next!" She called.

Helping at the shelter felt way better then hiding in some hole obsessed over Bloodclan. She got to see the faces of her subjects, and smile as they happily accepted the soup and water.

"How goes it?" Jaywhisker asked from the other side of the food aisle, giving out bottles of water.

Poppyfrost smiled, "Great! Everyone seems so happy. I...seem happy. This is great."

"See? It's nice when you can forget about your enemies and focus on your friends."

"Right, says the guy who built a suit to fight HIS ENEMIES."

"And damn proud of it."

Poppyfrost smiled as a little girl with a toy doll in her hand took a plate of food, "Hey little one. That's a cute doll..."

The little girl smiled but shook her head, "No...it's filthy, and falling apart. It's broken. I'm carrying it because I have had it for so long...I don't want to give it away."

"And you shouldn't," Poppyfrost smilied, slowly grabbing the doll, "Because even the most broken of toys can be put back together...with some polish...love...and a little kindness...the toy can be as good ad new."

The little girl (not knowing the allusion she made) shrugged, "Uh...okay..."

Poppyfrost smiled, "A'ight, go eat your food."

As the girl left, the line died down.

Poppyfrost turned to Jaywhisker as the techie smirked, "So...how's Firestar?"

"Still trying to get me to run for Mayor of Riven," Poppyfrost sighed, "I'm never accepting. More honor among thieves then politicians."

"On that I agree," Jaywhisker smirked as his phone went off. He grabbed it, and looked at the contact and sighed, "Duty calls...see ya round Poppy."

"Fly high Jaywhisker," Poppyfrost smirked, as Jaywhisker put the phone to his ear and walked away

"Queen? We're here," Brightheart said as she walked behind her...with two little toddlers in her arms.

Poppyfrost beamed with happiness, "Thank you Brightheart...get the car started. We're not missing Church today."

"As you wish," Brightheart smirked.

She grabbed her kids and hugged them.

"Hey babies..."

"Hi mommy," Molewhisker said.

Poppyfrost grinned, "Did you two behave for Aunt Brightheart?"

"Mhm," the two nodded in agreement.

Poppyfrosy beamed, "How'd y'all like to see Auntie Cindy and Honey after Church?"

"Yes please!" The two beamed.

Poppyfrost almost cried...

This was too good to be real...

Thankfully.

It was very much real.

"Just remember. Mommy loves you...so so much."

"I love you too mommy."

"I love you too..."


"Wake up..."

The man opened his eyes, seeing a man wearing a facemask and black eyeliner, upside down staring at him. His chest was lined with two bandoliers, and his belt held pockets and pouches full of bullets, and his legs were clad with holsters for handguns of all kind. A rifle and a shotgun were slung across his back tightly.

The man gulped and looked up, only to see the pavement.

He screamed, and looked down, seeing the vigilante holding him by his ankle over a alley.

"WHERE IS SKY?!"

"W-WHO THE FUCK IS SKY?!"

The vigilante let go.

The screams of the descending Man echoed through the alley and across the city.

But before he could hit the pavement, he felt his leg go tight, and he stopped inches above the ground, hanging by some wire.

He let a huge sigh of relief.

And when he started to slowly ascend up, he began to whimper in fear. The higher he got, the more panicked he got.

Soon enough, the vigilante was staring him down again.

"Where. Is. Sky?"

"I don't KNOW! I SWEAR I DON'T KNOW! I SWEAR TO GOD!"

"SWEAR TO ME!"

He was let go again.

This time, he was saved a few moments to late. His head still hit the pavement, but his fall had deaccelerated to the point where it felt like a trip on concrete.

The wire went loose, and the rest of his body hit the ground painfully.

The man rubbed his sore head, and looked up to see the vigilante ride the wire down. When he got to the bottom, the Vigilante let go of the sire, and drew a silver .357 Magnum Revolver.

"You're running out of time."

"WAIT!" He held his hands up in desperation, forgetting the pain throbbing in his head, "I don't know where she is, BUT I DO know where she will be!"

The vigilante lifted the gun.

"THE SHADOWLANDS!" The man cried, desperate to stall his death, "They're moving from Alaska into the Shadowlands! They take a ferry tonight! But you'll never make it! It's a seven hour drive from Riven to The docks in the Shadowlands!"

BANG!

The man whimpered in fear, the gunshot scaring him half to death.

When he finally gained the courage to open his eyes, the Interrogator was gone.

The Vigilante traveled across the rooftops.

The man was right. He would never make it. But he'd pick up her trail from the docks. He could afford to be patient.

Shen he was a good distance away, he took his mask off and checked his phone.

2 Missed Calls.

Icecloud.

Jack Graves smiled under his mask.

He hit the call back button.


Bone grunted.

"How long until it arrives?"

The grunt snapped to attention, "The truck will be arriving with the package in two minutes."

"Is that an ETA, or a calculated guess?"

"Respectively, sir, what's the difference?"

Bone shrugged, "One is a guess, the other is a CALCULATED guess."

"Sir they both mean the same..."

Bone sighed, "It made sense in my head."

The two waited in an old warehouse, that used to be a furniture store. Bloodclan's old home. Ordered by the leader himself, the place was fixated to house the bloody cult of gore.

Recently, it was abandoned, and now? It served as a neutral ground for both Bloodclan, and her enemies.

Bone grunted, and lit a cigarette, while the soldier sighed, "God's sake...you heard about those new boys coming over from Lindisfarne? The...Assassin guys?"

Bone felt a sense of Deja-Vu, and shrugged, "Doesn't matter. I've heard how underfunded they are. We can wipe them out, easy."

"Yes sir," the soldier nodded.

"Confidence is great, but overconfidence is a weakness. Remember that soldier."

"Yes sir."

Headlights blinded their face as a truck, guarded by three motorcycles with gunmen, pulled into the parking lot, and into the warehouse.

Bone nodded, recognizing the truck, stomping the cigarettes out.

"And so he returns."

The door to the truck opened, and the female soldier hopped out, "We got the package."

Out the passenger side...hopped a short, black haired heavily tattooed man...

Missing an arm, sporting a collar of dog teeth and wearing an eyepatch.

Scourge rubbed his eye, "How long was the trip?"

The female sighed, "Twenty minutes."

"Hell...felt like more then that...had a weird dream too," He mumbled, before staring up at Bone, "So...is he here?"

"The whole team is here, yes," Bone turned as he walked with Scourge and the two soldiers hung back.

Scourge sighed, "Is Tigerstar still here?"

"Yes. The man is waiting in the control room."

"I thought I said he was to be WATCHED at all times!"

Bone grunted, "He killed our lookers. We couldn't deactivate his stupid suit. He refused to be treated as some common scum when he leads the Dark Forest. He said either HE trusted, or no deal. I made the guess that YOU would like to keep the offer standing, before you kill him.

Scourge nodded.

The two made their way up the stairs to the office room, and when Bone opened the door, their ears caught the noise of mechanical breathing.

Tigerstar removed his mask, setting it on the table, as he was flanked by his best guards.

"Tiny."

"Tigerclaw."

"How long has it been?"

"Two years...ever since the debacle when Brokenstar decided to wash the time line like a dirty plate."

"Yes...I remember. Vividly."

Scourge scowled, as Bone grunted, "You called us here for a reason. Not just to catch up."

"Always to the point Bone," Tigerstar smirked, "I like that. You could have joined my militaristic force. I know that we would better suit you then a cult of morons and cutthroats."

Before Scourge could get offended at Tigerstar's insult, Bone had smirked, "You would kill me for treason within the first two days. Because I am WAY more charismatic then you. All your followers would follow me, and you'd have to kill me to get your soldiers back."

Scourge sighed, "Would have been a fuckin great plan, mate. Two terrorist organizations in one."

Bone nodded, hearing what he said himself, "Yeah, I'm just getting that now too."

Tigerstar scoffed, "Back at the matter at hand, this is why I've called you all here."

He showed them a gun, and set it on the table.

Scourge laughed maniacally, as Bone studied the gun, "HA! THAT'S IT?! You called us here to appraise your weaponry?"

"It's not his."

Scourge looked at Bone, laugh dying down, "What?"

Bone nodded, "This is WAY to advanced, even for Tigerstar's standards. This is a SCAR-H, spotting a foregrip for less recoil, red dot sights for ultra precision, and a laser targeting system for auto-mortars and Armored Vehicles. Too expensive for Tigerstar."

"More so when you realize that THESE are just for FOOT SOLDIERS," Tigerstar exclaimed, taking the gun back, "Holds 20 rounds, and 40 rounds for extended mags. This bitch can put any of us on blast. Well, maybe not me, but certainly you two."

"Calling me cripple?" Scourge snarled, looking from his stump to Tigerstar, "I can still kick your ass, mate."

Tigerstar smirked, "No doubt."

"You said for Foot Soldiers," Bone realized, "Foot Soldiers for who?"

Tigerstar snarled, "A group of Lindisfarne terrorists called the Assassins of the Rising Sun."

Scourge widened his eye, "Fuck...guess they aren't underpaid after all."

Tigerstar nodded, letting the seriousness of the situation arise, "We are hopelessly outmatched, outgunned, and outnumbered. If we stand alone, we won't survive a week...but..."

"If we form our own coalition," Scourge deduced, as Bone finished the thought, "We stand a chance."

"Exactly," Tigerstar nodded, "That's why we are here. Mapleshade has signed off her allegiance to me. Darktail is leading my forces. Are you two in as well?"

Bone looked to Scourge.

Scourge sighed, "I'm not convinced..."

Tigerstar snapped his fingers.

The two guards flanking him, lifted a suitcase and slid it on the table, opening it up facing Scourge.

Scourge widened his eye.

"Military grade laser, wired into a optical sensor. And the arm is made of a carbon type metal, and takes energy from the eye shield to the palm, firing plasma blasts."

Scourge smirked.

"I accept the bribe."


Rock sighed, looking at his wall of conspiracy.

Or more likely known as, that wall with pictures and string connecting headlines. Mostly found in movies, and Rock took those ideas and made them his own.

When he decided to do some digging for Jay's Wing on Bloodclan and the Dark Forest, he had the full intention of NOT dealing with that shit. But he could never say no to him, even after everything. He was still his son.

He tried his hardest to forget what the Moonstone showed him...

Was it the future?

A possible future?

...

A warning?

He was starting to find more lieutenants and generals in Tigerstar's army, when the chuckling of a someone on the other side of the room caught his attention, startling him.

"Oh! I...I thought I was alone," Rock mumbled, staring at the man. He couldn't recognize him, but there was some aura of familiarity with him, like he had known this man all his life. But at the same time, he could never recall a man who looked like him...he couldn't even notice his eye color or hair. But...he knew him somehow.

The Man smiled politely, "I apologize, I thought I knocked."

Rock sighed, "It's alright."

The man stared at his board, "Things seem to be at a stalemate now. Bloodclan and Dark Forest have gone underground."

"Yes...Jay's Wing will bring them to the light and punish them," Rock dismissed.

"If I may be so bold as to claim, but I do not find him worthy of said task."

Oh?

Rock looked at him in shock, "I'm sorry?"

"The man is a wretched leader, and while he does great things, he lacks the aggression to take these matters into his own hands. He lacks the willingness to go beyond the law to eradicate their filth from our streets."

Rock nodded, the man had a point.

"This country deserves someone with that aggression. Someone with that willingness. Someone...if I may be so bold," The man turned to Rock, "Has the power to craft the stars in his hands."

Rock listened to the man.

And sighed.

"Sir," he began professionally, "Your proposal raised the DEEPEST concern I have for Forrestlake, her people, and Myself. You could not have found a man upon which your schemes are more disagreeable. And so I say this as a warning, a threat...and a promise."

Rock's eyes burst with power.

"Never speak, communicate, or dare hint THE SENTIMENT...of the like nature...else your DEEPEST concern will be how far I will be willing to punish your treason acts."

Rock suddenly widened his eyes.

The man was gone.

Not even a footprint was left.

Rock felt...better now. Like he had been washed with a clean cloth.

He smiled.

He passed the test.

He went back to his work.


Jayfeather looked down from the Mountain summit.

"Do you think it's over?"

Lionblaze shook his head.

"No...it never will be over."

Ivypool sat, staring at the starry sky.

"We'll face it all together."

Jayfeather sighed, staring down at the bustling city.

"The world is changing. Our world is changing."

Lionblaze sighed, sitting beside Ivypool.

"Do you think it'll happen? Rock goes nuts and tries to murder us all?"

Ivypool shrugged, looking to the side at Lionblaze.

"I doubt it. He seemed...petrified at the very thought of him going insane."

Jayfeather nodded, turning his gaze to his brother and cousin.

"The Three are still needed."

Lionblaze huffed, setting his head down.

"Don't remind me. There are still enemies to defeat."

Ivypool smiled, sitting up to look at Jayfeather.

"There are still friends we can save."

Jayfeather turned his face back to the bright city, and nodded.

"There are still things we can do."

Lionblaze began to stand up, and grabbed Jayfeather's shoulder.

"Whatever happens. We stand together."

Ivypool stood up all the way too.

"And if we fall?"

Jayfeather...smiled softly, and looked up at the stars.

"Then we fall together."

"Together."

"Together."

The Three stood side by side, watching the stars disappear as the sun came up.


The pier overlooking the Ocean was deserted. Most of the island was, and while it's residents were slowly migrating back, the island was still under a wide construction, rebuilding everything they had lost in Scourge's attack.

But one young man stood on the pier, in a gray zip up hoodie and baggy jeans, with cowboy boots. He stood out in the empty docks. No boats or ships weighed anchor, and the restaurants nearby were not yet alive with the glow of life. Instead, the young man stood alone in the pier.

Although, not for long, he mused.

He had brown hair, brown eyes, and said eyes were looking up at the sky, as snow descended lightly.

The Young Man outstretched his hand, and a lone snowflake fell onto his right palm, and melted into his skin.

"You know I've never been in a Snowball fight?"

The Man closed his fist, and gently smiled, "I've never gotten the opportunity. Florida Boy all my life. What we did was slap mud and sticks at each other."

"Sounds a whole lot better then where I'm from."

Another man walked onto the pier, hood up, concealing his face.

The young man nodded, "ARS is still around...I wonder how Forrestlake will win against them."

"I ain't telling."

"Come on, I told you all of my plans!"

"That's your choice."

The younger man chuckled looking at the mountain behind his partner in crime. It was still standing, despite all that had happened.

The other man grinned, which was impossible to know due to his hidden face, "I guess I could tell you a hint or two..."

His friend didn't reply. He just smiled softly and looked at all he could see on the Island.

"Hey, earth to Jayfeather's Friend, you there?"

Jayfeather's Friend looked back at his friend and nodded, "I thought I told you to call me Jay? Jayfeather's Friend is a mouthful."

"It gets your attention," he smirked.

Jay grinned, and looked back at the ocean. "I...I think I'm done here."

"What do you mean you're done?"

"It means I'm Done. I told the story I wanted to tell, and now that story is over. I have no grand plans for sequels, or spin offs. My time on this island is done...I'm not coming back."

"What do you mean you're not coming back?!" The other man asked, slight angry, "You built this place! This world is yours! You created an island for characters everyone knows, and modified them to your whim!"

Jay nodded, and smiled, "I wrote a story, Res. That's all I did. And every story has an ending. It's a shame I don't know what the ending will be for this one."

"What do you mean?

Jay grinned madly, and looked over the sea, "This isn't my story to tell. Not anymore. It's yours now. The canvas is yours now. I look forward to seeing what you've done with the place."

"So...this is it then?"

Jay nodded and shrugged sheepishly, "I'm sorry."

Res nodded, and smirked, "No, I get it. I understand. You don't want to stick around, what with me stealing all the limelight. I'd run and tend to your losses too!"

"Res," Jay said somberly.

His friend grinned.

"I won't let you down."

Jay nodded, "I know."

"So what will you write now?'

"Whaddya mean?"

Res smirked, "We both know your gonna write something new."

Jay nodded, "Well...there is a group of cats in London I've been meaning to chronicle. Oh, and I promised some friends an origin story for a My Hero Academia OC."

"And after?"

Jay smirked, "You know what comes after..."

"Yeah...I do. I can't wait."

"...Neither can I."

And in that moment, Jay looked to the sea, as the sun rose for a new day.

A New World...

A New Story...

A New Creator...

A New Age...

A New Era.